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Image: This is the oldest clock, or the second oldest clock, in the Americas. It used to grace the facade of the Iglesia in Comayagua, once the capital of Honduras. Image: In the courtyard of the Museum of Archeaology in Comayagua. It was once the house of a former president. Image: This is a spectacular view behind a church in La Libertad, Comayaugua. We are on the property of a church in a barrio named Bella Vista (beautiful view) overlooking La Libertad. Image: Life of a PCV is tough! Relaxing at Los Chorritos balneario (water park fed by natural spring or river) near La Libertad. Image: taking the plunge at Los Chorritos. Image: A natural spring in the mountains near Santa Barbara. A beutiful example of a pristine natural water source. The water was percolating up from a sand bank away from the dam. This is how many Hondurans receive their water. Image: Aguas Thermales near Zacapa, Santa Barbara. Hot steam rising from the earth in a cave near a river. Smell of sulfur everywhere. Image: Close up of Karen. Seated behind her are the Peace Corps Director and American Ambassador to Honduras. Image: This is the view of the bedroom we called home for two months during training in Siguatepeque. It´s about time I posted it! Image: And this is the inside view of the home we rent here in Morazan, Yoro.
Spacious, isn´t it? Image: The office I work with in Morazan. GOAL is an Irish NGO working in Honduras in the area of disaster mitigation. Image: Charla time! Bryon and Karen in action in La Virtud, a small community in the mountains near Morazan. Foto taken by our counter part, a doctor from Cuba. Image: Me near a natural waterfall at Las Piratas, Morazan, Yoro. Sorry about the vertical format guys! Copy the image and straighten it out on your machine if you can. Image: Bryon and Karen visiting a water tank under construction at El Volcan, in the mountains and pine forest near Morazan.
To the left is Marta, wife of one of our counterparts. Image: In Trujillo, Colon watching the sun set from the rooftop of PCV´s the Beckers. Image: Bryon swimming in Trujillo. The water is warm, shallow and waveless, but the beers are cold and cheap. Image: Karen working a paquete basico with ACPH/GOAL, handing out medicines to the people after her charla. This building is a  poor church in a poor community. Image: It is MANGO season here! These are from our neighbors tree and we can help ourselves to as many as we want. Image: Bryon the sailor man. Hanging out in an Odessy of the Mind event in Santa Rita, Yoro, Image: Our little casita in Morazan for a few more months. We live on a corner near a really loud church so we plan to move soon. Image: Bryon and Milo the cat. Image: This is Karen wearing a paper unicorn head that was made by kids from Santa Rita for a play during recent Odessy of the Mind competitions. Karen will do anything for a laugh!
The kids made the head and wore it in the play along with a sheet to make a pre Image: Honduras 5 at US Ambassadors residence, Tegucigalpa, Honduras. This was at the swear-in ceremony for health and water sanitation. Image: Karen was one of the speakers for our swear-in ceremony. In fact I think she stole the show. Afterward several people said her words really touched them. I was extremely proud. I think she was definately one of the stars of our group. Image: Welcome to Comayagua! Image: One of the carpets near the last station of the cross. Image: and another carpet. Image: Group photo of Karen and I with some of the youth group in Linda Vista in the mountains near Pico Pijol. Image: Muddy Waters. This is how the water comes out during heavy rainy season. This could be what caused Bryon´s scabies or skin rash or what ever it is. Image:  This is me preparing a poster for the campaign de disastres. As should have been expected, the nine posters I made weren´t needed. Image: Tela at 6 in the morning. A calm and dirty sea. I saw a used condom and a used syringe among the tipical trash of plastic bottles and bags in the sand. Image: Hanging out in Tornabe, near Tela, a Garifuna community. Garifunas are descendents of former slaves that settled in Honduras´north coast. They speak their own language, as well as Spanish, and these kids had some real cool kung fu poses! Image: Plato tipico para la cena. Fried green plantains, refried red beans, cheese, mantequilla and avacado plus the corn tortillas, YUM! Image: Tornabe near Tela in the afternoon. Image: Thriller nite at the talent show. We practiced for an hour and thanks to Paul who choreographed it we were a hit. Image: That´s me with the zombies dancing and having fun Image: This is shortly before I passed out. I have no clue what I was talking about. Bryon said I switched to only Spanish then. Image: Thats me with zombies, Katrina and Anne. They are both health volunteers like me. Image: Interprative dancing as ¨Sprockets.¨ Brian and Lauren M as Neil Diamond and Betty Boop singing a whole new world the theme song to Aladdin. Image: This is sick girl waiting in her usual spot. She is vey happy then since she had just been fed some tamalitos that went bad in our broken fridge. Image: A more pathetic sick girl. We still like her. Image: See! I wasn't lying. This photo, of the Image: early crops. Image: Cotton flowers Image: Bryon working hard weeding the crops Image: You ol' cotton picka
Bryon cleaning cotton. Image: Good homemade pasta sauce made with our very own green peppers. Image: Hammering away cement wall to make room for the new pipe. Image: Santa Rosa de Copan or bust! Image: Peace Corps House in Santa Rosa. Some volunteers rent the house, and it is used as  a hang out and gathering spot. Non members pay L50 a night to crash. Image: OK, this appears mean, but it was necessary. >Pouring Guaro down the bird´s throat likely made it feel better about losing its head. It also loosened the bird up so adrenaline wouldn´t taint the meat at the moment of the kill. Image: And this is a turkey on Guaro. Image: Joe, using the ¨windmill¨ method to kill the bird. He snapped the bird´s neck rather quickly. This is how it was done before there were grocery stores, where you can buy your turkey neatly in a poackage. Image: Oh, yeah, you also have to drain the blood and clean the turkey. I had the easy part of just taking pictures. Image: Joe ¨The Butcher¨ a PAM volunteer from Hondu 6. Doin the dirty work. Image: Now that looks like a turkey! Cleaned and ready to go. Almost. We let the bird sit over night and cooked it the next day. Image: Football and snacks in the SR house. Image: MMmmm, pies!  
Karen and Lauren M. making pies from scratch. Cherry, bananna merengue and Pumpkin. Image: Karen and Lauren at a park in SR Copan. It was at the top of a hill, and we climbed 106 stairs to get there. Yes, we counted. Image: Bryon, rooftop of Guadalupe 2 hotel in Teguc. Image: And Karen. Same place. Image: There it is. A fogone halfway completed. Before the chimney fiasco. Mud and block. Image: Pedro, firin' her up! Image: The proud owner. The dońa may not look it in this photo, but she was really happy with her new stove. Image: Smoke! Flowing outside the houes where it belongs. Image: What the hell is this stuff on my hands. Yes Uncle Greg and Aunt Trish, we PCVs actually do work down here!
Another home, another hornilla. Image: Some finishing touches. Image: Bryon and Pedro gettin' down and dirty! Image: Pedro. Image: After thw work is done, the family made us lunch. Pollo indio and rice. Image: waterfall. La tigra Image: long walk to the cabins. Image: beatiful view. Image: The path to illumination.... Image: yo. Image: me again Image: along the hike in the national park Image: along the way. Image: me and the waterfall. Image: swallowed by a tree... Image: it got her too.... Image: kids working on the projects. Image: the look of satisfaction... Image: caseria Image: charla Image: everybody grab your banana for the condom demo Image: dinamica Image: group Image: si da no da Image: working
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